Date: Tue, 9 Mar 1999 05:24:44 EST
From: Justin
Subject: Texas Tails:Raymond(Part Four)
Standard Disclaimer: The following story is a detailed account of sex between
teenaged boys. If the subject matter offends you do not read it. If you are
under 18 years of age you should not read this story.
Additionally, the stories in the "Texas Tails" series are true stories. Some
readers may have noticed, or taken offense, that in the first stories no
mention is made of condoms or "safe sex". STD's were something that we didn't
think much about in the rural area where I grew up. However, in our high
school health classes we were made aware of the risks of unprotected sex. By
the time I was fifteen the use of condoms became the norm if intercourse was
involved. "Safe sex" is the only way to go and should be practiced by
everyone.
The author retains all copyrights to this story and others in "Texas Tails."
All names, with the exception of mine, have been changed to protect others.
This is the last story about my relationship with Raymond.
I hope you enjoy the story.
Texas Tails: Raymond 04
by
Justin Davis
Raymond and I and the other guys worked especially hard that week loading and
hauling hay, once we went back to work. The guy we were working for wanted to
make up for the time we had lost because of the bad weather. That entire week
we worked from sun up to sun down. I was so tired that about all I felt like
doing was eating dinner, showering, and collapsing into bed.
Raymond was driving the old pickup his dad had given him regularly now and he
would pick me up and take me to whichever field we would be working at the
time. Those were the times, driving to or from the fields, that we would talk
about things that we didn't dare talk about around the other guys. I found out
a lot about Raymond.
I found out that Raymond's dad had moved them to the country from Dallas
because he wanted to get out of the city and back to ranching, which is what
he had grown up doing. I also found out that Raymond liked both girls and
guys, and that there was a guy in Dallas he had been doing it with for almost
two years before Raymond and his folks had moved back to Central Texas and the
rural life.
I also found out, during those times that we were free to talk that many of
the same feelings I was having about guys he was having too. I was
comfortable talking about my feelings with him and he became comfortable
talking with me in the same way. In a sense, we forged a relationship that
summer that lasts to this day.
Over the course of the next month, Raymond and I would have sex together as
many times as we could manage to do it. Most of the time, that would mean that
he would pick me up on Sunday afternoon, our only day off, under the pretext
that we were going to a movie or to the mall in Austin or some such. In
reality, more often than not, we would find some remote road or spot and spend
hours having sex with each other. It was during one of those times that
Raymond got my cherry and I had my first experience of both being fucked by a
guy and fucking a guy. I remember that day well.
It was about the second weekend in August and Raymond and I had made up the
story that we were going to see a movie in a town about thirty miles away.
What passed for a movie theater in our community only showed one movie at a
time, and usually the same one for a week. As a result, neither set of
parents found it odd that we would be going out of town to see a movie.
Raymond came by and picked me up, and we headed to one of our secret places.
"We goin to the old barn?" I asked.
"Yeah, seems like as good a place as any," Raymond replied.
I scooted over in the seat, and bending over, began to unzip Raymond's jeans
with my hand. My hand reached in and pulled out Raymond's already half-hard
dick. He groaned and I worked my tongue around the head. In no time his dick
was rock hard and I began to work my mouth over the head and down the shaft.
More groans.
"Easy Jus, you are gonna make me have a wreck!" he said.
I let his dick go from my mouth and looked up at him and laughed. I loved
giving him head while he was driving the truck. I did it more to tease him
than any thing else. Besides, it made me hot getting him hot. There were
times, when we would be on our way to work in the hay fields, that I would do
the same thing. I would giggle and laugh when we would get to the field we
were working and he would have to sit in the truck letting his dick get soft
again. I knew he wouldn't be able to get out of the truck with a hard on. His
dick was too big and his jeans were too tight. How would he explain having a
"boner" to the other guys?
There were other stupid little kid things I would do like that. Sometimes
when we would be taking a break, or when the opportunity would present itself
while we were working, I would brush my leg up against him or inch my boot-
covered foot over and rub on his. There was something exciting about trying
to get him excited, especially while trying not to get caught by the other
guys around. Raymond would always jump my ass about it later and a couple of
times hit me really hard because he was pissed off at what I had done. I
would just giggle and laugh even more. He was always saying he would get
even. I just didn't know, as we drove down the dirt road to the old barn,
that that day would be the one on which I would find out how hot sex could be.
We pulled up by the old abandoned barn and got out of the truck. Raymond
reached behind the seat for the old blanket that he kept there, and once
inside, began to unfold it so we could spread it out on the ground. I was so
hot and horny that I didn't even wait for him to get the thing unfolded. I
had his jeans unzipped, pulled down, and was on my knees before him sucking
his dick before he even had time to spread the blanket on the ground. Some
how, he got the blanket spread out and lowered downward with me as I lay back
and let him begin to face fuck me. That didn't last for long, however.
Quickly Raymond flipped around in a 69 position and began to unzip and pull
off my jeans. Almost frantically we both began to take off our clothes.
Shirts, boots, socks, jeans, we took everything off. In no time we were
totally naked and doing a 69er like there was no tomorrow. Because of my moans
I guess Raymond could tell I wasn't going to last long. He let my dick loose
from his mouth and began to nibble my balls and lick around on my pubes. I
moaned even louder. I wanted that wonderful sucking sensation on my dick
again. There would be something better that would happen though.
As I lay underneath Raymond sucking him, his mouth continued to work its way
around my balls and then he began to nibble and suck on the area beneath them.
I felt him spread my legs apart and felt his mouth and his tongue continue
their downward journey. My mind was beginning to go on overload at the new
sensations I was feeling. Soon, his tongue found the mark that it was
seeking. Raymond began to flick his tongue into my asshole.
I had never felt anything like it. I was so over come that I let my head jerk
and Raymond's dick flopped from my mouth. I squealed like a little kid.
Raymond parted my ass cheeks, moved from over me, and arranged himself so that
his face was now buried in the crack of my ass. At the same time he lifted my
legs backward. I could feel the coolness of the air on my exposed crack and
Raymond's tongue as it worked its way deeper into my now better-exposed hole.
"Oh shit! Oh Fuck!" was all I could say.
At the same time he was working his tongue in and out of my asshole, Raymond
grabbed hold of my dick and began a slow stroking motion. I began to moan
even more. My body began to tremble with each movement of Raymond's tongue in
the crack of my ass. I was almost delirious with pleasure.
"Oh no! Don't stop," I said as his tongue stopped working on my asshole for
what seemed like an eternity.
The tonguing sensation, now gone, was soon replaced with another. Raymond
inserted his finger into my ass.
I tensed and cried out a little at the intrusion. What discomfort I felt
quickly vanished as he began to stroke my dick again with his hand. As if by
magic, Raymond's finger slid all the way in and began to work its way around
inside me. Soon he worked yet another finger into me. I gasped a little at
the pain. Once again it was short lived.
The initial discomfort I had felt was replaced by newer even more wonderful
sensations as his fingers began to work in and out of my ass. As he pushed
his fingers into me and moved them around, he began to message something in me
that at the time I didn't even know was there. Raymond was messaging my
prostate with his the tips of his fingers, which were now buried deep within
me, and stroking my dick with his other hand. I went wild.
I started fucking back on his fingers harder and harder. I couldn't get
enough. Higher and higher I went. I could feel my cum boiling deep below the
base of my balls. I could feel it rising, up and out, seeking release. I
squealed, almost screamed, as I felt my cum, like molten lava, travel up
through my dick and shoot out all over my face, my chest, and my stomach. I
half-sobbed as Raymond continued to work his fingers around in my asshole and
stroke my dick with his other hand, which was now provided with plenty of
lubricant from my load.
Raymond removed his fingers from my ass and once again pushed my legs back and
began to lick my asshole with his tongue. I began to fuck at his tongue.
Although I had just blown my load all over the both of us, I wanted more. I
was so blown away, by all of it, that I was as helpless as new-born puppy.
Soon, Raymond stopped working his tongue in my ass and pushed my legs further
back toward my head and moved down over me. I guess I knew in the back of my
mind what was coming next. I had heard horror stories about boys being fucked
and how bad it was. Momentarily, I was scared.
"Oh no!" I said shaking my head from side to side.
"Please, I can't," I pleaded.
The look in Raymond's eyes, as his face moved down toward mine, gave me a
funny feeling inside. I looked into his eyes and into his soul for the first
time. At about that same instant I felt the head of his dick, which was so
big I could barely get my thirteen year old hands around it, press slowly into
my asshole and slide inward. I cried out. It felt like my whole asshole was
being split apart.
Raymond didn't move another inch. He stayed motionless and let me catch my
breath.
"Oh fuck it hurts," I said.
"Just relax," he said, as he moved his lips down onto mine and began to French
kiss me for the first time.
As Raymond began to work his tongue around in my mouth I lost all thought of
his dick, wedged in my butt like a giant turd. He thrust his hips forward a
little and I felt more pain, but not as much. Once again he thrust forward.
Pop! I could feel his dick begin to slide slowly into me. The gate had been
thrown open.
"Oh," was all I remember saying as I turned my head to the side and my mouth
and his separated.
Slowly, inch my inch, Raymond began to feed his dick into me. It was like
something crawling slowly inside me working its way to my very depths.
Raymond began to make his hips move back and forth feeding me a little more of
his dick each time. He kissed me and I put my arms around his neck to draw
him even closer. Before long, as if I was custom- made for him, I could feel
his balls bouncing gently on my upturned ass as he slowly fucked me. He broke
away from our kiss and I looked up into his eyes. He was smiling.
"You have it all man," he said.
"Yeaahhh," I halfway sighed.
Then, I put my arms around his neck, pulled him down so that I could kiss him
again, and became lost in the moment.
Raymond rocked his hips back and forth as easily as anyone could ever want.
His breathing quickened and I knew he was about to cum. I felt his dick began
to slide out.
"No please don't," I said as I pulled him tighter to me.
He rested his head on my shoulder and continued to thrust in and out of me and
groaned and shuddered as he came. I could feel the very essence of him
flowing into me. I screamed and shot gobs of cum all over myself and him.
Afterward, we lay coupled together until Raymond's softening dick slipped from
my asshole. I could feel cum running down my crack onto the blanket. Raymond
raised up, scooped up some of the cum from my chest and stomach with his hand,
and began to lubricate my dick. He, and the moment, made me hard as a rock in
no time. Abruptly, he stopped stroking my dick and got up on all fours with
his butt facing me.
"I want you to fuck me Jus" he said.
"Put your dick in me, please," he added almost as if pleading.
I got up off of my back and lined up behind him. I took my dick in my hand
and moved the head between his crack and into his asshole. Raymond groaned
loudly and lay his head down upon the blanket. The feeling for me was
incredible.
As I continued to push into him I felt the head of my dick pop through, and as
if by magic, my entire six inches glided in with ease. My balls swung beneath
him.
"Oh God," I groaned.
I had never fucked anything but my fist. The feeling of my dick being wrapped
inside him was not to be believed.
"Fuck me Jus, fuck me," he begged.
I began to move my hips back and forth thrusting in and out of him. I was
like a wild man. I couldn't get enough of that good feeling. My groin
started slapping into his butt every time I pushed in, my balls swinging like
a pendulum underneath him ass.
I grabbed hold of his hips and pulled them toward me as I began to fuck even
harder and tried to go even deeper. It didn't take long for either one of us.
"Oh shit I am cumming! I screamed.
Raymond let out a loud moan and I could actually feel his ass contract and
loosen around my dick. I knew he was cumming. I shrieked and blew my load,
filling him with my cum. We collapsed exhausted down onto the blanket.
Afterward, we held each other and fell asleep for awhile. When we awoke we
realized that we had been gone for almost four hours. That was well within
the time limit our parents would expect if we had driven to see a movie.
After some heavy kissing and petting, we put on our clothes and started to
fold up the blanket.
"Geez, I am gonna have to wash this thing," Raymond said half laughingly.
I giggled. The blanket had wet spots all over it from cum that had been shot
and cum that had oozed out onto it.
Raymond tucked the blanket behind the back seat of the pickup and we got in
the truck and headed back to town, Raymond telling me all the good things
about the movie we were supposed to go see but that he had already seen. It
helped when I got home to be able to talk about the movie.
Raymond and I would have sex more times that summer and a couple of more times
before he graduated from high school. I didn't tease him as much anymore
though. I realized, I think, that my desires were now just as strong as his,
and I was just as vunerable.
By the time Raymond was a junior in high school he definitely became more
interested in girls and spent more time with his buddies on the football team.
Being that I was in the eighth grade, I wasn't high on his list of people to
hang around with. There would be other guys that I would fool around with,
though, that were mostly my own age. I didn't feel badly toward Raymond then
or now. In fact, I enjoyed going to the football games and watching him play.
I thought it was neat that he and I had a special secret.
I still hear from him from time to time. He and his wife and two-year-old son
live in California. He is doing very well there in his new career. I send
them a Christmas card every year and occasionally one of us will call. He is
happy and I am happy for him. I don't know whether or not I will ever get a
chance to tell him how much I appreciated the fact that he was my first, and
that I could not think of anyone else in the whole world I would rather for it
to have been. I do know he hasn't forgotten about our times together though.
At Christmas, over two years ago now, I received a box in the mail. It was
from Raymond. I couldn't imagine what it could be. As I opened it and pulled
back the paper that wrapped what was inside, I almost wanted to cry. It was
the old blanket. Well-worn but clean. Some months later, when Raymond
called, I mentioned to him that I got his gift and that it meant a lot to me.
He told he was glad that I considered the blanket special. Our conversation
turned to other things and nothing more was said about the blanket.
The old blanket now hangs in the room where I am writing this. It has prompted
many a question by people that have visited my apartment. There are lots
stories I tell people who ask me about it, however none of them are the real
truth. Only Raymond and I know the real truth, and that is the way it will
remain forever.